I stuffed as much into this day as I could, thanking the 19Th century laborers before me who made this a holiday. It is a celebration of the tenacity and dedication of the work force that has built this country - from OUR own sweat, not from O.P.'s sweat or money, many of which seem to be running this country. (OP=other people's).
The irony of it is tomorrow I go back to my "real job", the one that pays the bills as I am not willing to live hand to mouth trying to sell art in this economy.
Anyway.......snippets from the day.
A visit to mom and look at old photos of her as a young woman.
A lovely visit and swim with Karen and friends.
A glass of wine at the neighbor's party and woodchuck commiseration rant.
A picnic along the shore of the Hudson River at Clermont
A expressionist watercolor as the sun was setting and almost blinding me.
I will go to bed soon so that I can wake up two hours earlier than normal.
When I rise at six AM I will greet the sunrise with meditation and stretching while I sip on my coffee,(OK so I am easing into this, remember?) and breathe as I prepare to meet the day with meetings and work. I know I will dash home as soon as I can and jump in some body of water, trying to recoup every lick of summer till the very end.
Patti O Desperation